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| Welcome to the lair of Dylakos! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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I'm not saying it's any better, but I've now spent about three hours on this thing, and The Seroster still hasn't finished his site. So, at the moment, I have left you with a nice little picture of a venus fly trap. I had a venus fly trap once called gilbert. Or was that the water dragon? I forget. However, I'm Dylakos, (alias Dave Robinson). Hiya to all the freetown lot, and the guys at sixth form in Scarborough, England. This page will [with a bit of luck] soon be converted into either a noticeboard for the Gathering, or something totally different and MINE!!!! (don't ask if you don't understand). The Children of the Seroster are a collection of Drow, Human and half-cat, binded together in the worship of the Cat Mother Bastet. I'm going to shut up for the moment. By the way, for those of you who are completely confused, the gathering is a weekend thingy where about 3000 people dress up in silly clothes and run around the fields hitting each other with rubber swords. Hopping around is often seen because they have to pretend they are mising a leg, seeing as you can't really do much damage with something made out of latex. Large quatites of alcohol usually help, as this means you tend to start falling around laughing, rather than wasting your time attacking when someone jumps on you wearing a dragon costume. 'bout it really. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| Mumraa will live forever. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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O.K. I have to admit it. I am an avid fan of the Thundercats, even though it hasn't been on T.V. for about ten years (I am one of the poor souls who still cannot afford/be bothered to get sky/cable). It's something about the way Mumraa always came up with these amazing plans and magical traps, such as a large gaping pit, which liono and his team wouldn't see and run straight into it, later being rescued by an old guy who chucks a large log into it. He man was one hell of a programme as well. There was always Skeletor at the end with his fascinating line of "I will win next time He-man" God, what am I on about. I am utterly bored and have nothing to do other than write about kids programmes. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| If you like any of the following, please Email me as I am a lonely soul with little to do other than work. PLEASE EMAIL ME, PLEAAAAAAASEEEE..... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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I like: | Bombs, Music, Destroying things, eggs, Karate, Ninjutsu, generally things of a violent nature. I also enjoy making absolutely no sense whatsoever. My uncle was a dry roasted bean until the flowers came for his ovens. Little bastards they were. Spraying all their bloody pollen about and making him sneeze. Then the pixies came along and chopped off the flowers heads, but two grew in their place, and every time this happened, a large peanut came along and chopped up the grass to make manure for all the hens in the farmyard, where farmer Giles had kept all his loved possessions for Three whole years, THREE you know. Not two or 1.9e23 light years or even his large sausage maker, which has a tendancy to explode everywhere, thus placing a strange coating of turquoise paint on the hens, so they couldn't eat manure anymore.
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